Top floor and Invite tenders present
Poet: Fang Yue
Autumn bottom of the cliff, cloud lying like moss.
No dream of public units.
A month hoe, Wu Xiao-Qian Wei to go with, and smoke Mino, night fishing whitefish come.
Who can ask for the wine material, do poetry material.
Jun Mo laugh, free and busy chess upper hand.
Mock also floating fish counted towards Cham.
Chest times old, snow Cui Wei.
Pay the old lady, little cormorant scoop, do gentlemen, Gun Gun Phoenix TV.
And Yung-ning, a variety of bamboo, planted plum left. |
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